Chapter 51
“I told you to always keep your legs spread.”
“…CEO, you sounded a bit like an old man just now.”
“An old man?”
Giggling, he slips his hand into the trouser leg. As the large hand wriggles inside the clothing, Si-yul’s earlobes and the corners of his eyes quickly turn bright red. His toes, which were barely hovering above the carpet, curl inward.
“Not ‘hyung’?”
“Right now… Ugh.”
Woo Hyun-se whispers into his ear and grabs the lower part where blood has rushed. He holds the shaft and testicles in one hand. He pulls the skin up and then back down, rubbing the reddened tip with his thumb.
His skill is so excellent that it only takes a few strokes for the flesh to become firm and engorged. His other hand burrows under the top, crawling up towards the chest, finally reaching the nipple. He presses it firmly and then pulls, causing Si-yul’s chest to follow.
The sound of flesh slapping is messy. His wet tongue explores the ear canal while his fingers twist and squeeze the reddened nipple. The hand grasping below continues to drive Si-yul relentlessly. He had never felt the urge to climax so quickly before, but since meeting Woo Hyun-se, he was breaking new records every time.
“Ah, wait… Uh, slowly… Hah.”
“How was your day?”
Always at times like this. His lower half was ripe, ready to burst at any moment. Si-yul’s hips squirmed. His buttocks rounded up, and unconsciously, his waist followed Woo Hyun-se’s hand.
“Just work, and… Ugh. Hye-na has the flu… Someone else, piano… Ah.”
Unsatisfied with the incomplete answer, he bites Si-yul’s nape painfully. Dense teeth marks are left there. Like giving medicine after causing an illness, he slowly licks it with his tongue. Despite the stinging pain, his lower half doesn’t wilt. Rather, it seems to accept even the pain as pleasure, growing more vigorous.
“And?”
The stroking speed slows down. It was frustrating and agonizing how the touch became lazy just when he had asked to go slowly earlier. Si-yul groaned, rubbing his forehead against Woo Hyun-se’s forearm. He tried to move his hips himself, rubbing his lower half against the loosened grip, but it was like thrusting into thin air.
There are all sorts of ways to drive a person crazy. Si-yul turned to look at Woo Hyun-se with a pout, resentfully. If you start a fire, you should put it out too, right? How could he fill the shaft with semen and then pretend not to know, removing his hand just as the end was approaching?
“What?”
Woo Hyun-se wore an innocent expression as if he didn’t know exactly what was on Si-yul’s mind. Looking at his face alone, one wouldn’t think he was the same person teasing a boy on his lap with his hands, mouth, and tongue.
Si-yul was the one left wanting. Groaning impatiently, he suddenly pressed his lips forward. He touched Woo Hyun-se’s cheek, then moved down to his lips, pecking them repeatedly.
“Hurry. …Hyung.”
At the sound of “hyung,” the hand that had descended to his thigh burrowed back into his clothes. Like a vine, it wrapped around his flesh and pulled firmly. Si-yul’s head fell back. A slick tongue slid between his parted lips as he tried to exhale. Wet sounds erupted repeatedly from above and below. Woo Hyun-se swallowed Si-yul’s moans like air.
“Hng, haah…!”
Si-yul twisted his waist. Gripping Woo Hyun-se’s wrist tightly, he trembled his bitten lower lip. His erection, which had poked out beyond his waistband, suddenly spurted semen. Blocked by Woo Hyun-se’s palm, it couldn’t shoot upwards and instead stained his pants in spots.
Si-yul panted like someone who had just sprinted. His body felt languid, and his eyes closed involuntarily. He seemed to smell something other than the night flower scent of his own semen. Something deeper and more intense…
“Huh?” He opened his eyes, but the scent had vanished without a trace. Si-yul turned to look at Woo Hyun-se, searching for the disappeared fragrance. Woo Hyun-se, who had been pressing his lips against Si-yul’s ear and head, looked up.
“Didn’t you smell something strange just now? Like a perfume…”
“Really? I didn’t smell anything.”
Was it just him? It had dissipated so quickly that he couldn’t even tell what the scent resembled. As Si-yul pondered this, fingers sticky with semen traveled down from his testicles to further below. He had forgotten in his pursuit of pleasure that his partner’s thighs, which he was sitting on, had been protruding for a while now.
“Keep talking.”
A fingertip touched his entrance. It was moist and ticklish. Si-yul twisted his head like a bird burying its head in its wing. He wanted to close his legs but refrained, fearing another slap.
Woo Hyun-se’s hands were particularly rough during intimacy compared to other times. If something displeased him, he would spank loudly, be it the buttocks or the soft inner thighs. Each time, it hurt but felt good, scary yet thrilling.
“And… Ungh.”
How could he speak when fingers were being inserted like that? They entered, moistened the inner walls as they withdrew, and when they re-entered, they explored familiar places. Every time he opened his mouth, moans came out first, so Si-yul leaned his forehead against Woo Hyun-se’s forearm and groaned.
As if determined to torment him until he spoke, two fingers delved deep inside and played. When the fingers spread his inner flesh, when they rubbed the spot that sent electricity through his head with just a touch, he couldn’t remember anything about what he did today, just feeling dazed. Then his thoughts drifted to Woo Tae-joo. Tae-joo had thrown a small bomb into his usually repetitive day.
Should he mention the confession? He was curious how Woo Hyun-se would react. Would he get angry, or brush it off as no big deal?
“The new person who just—”
Just before Woo Tae-joo’s name could leave his lips, a bell interrupted Si-yul’s words. It was Woo Hyun-se’s phone. Despite it ringing loudly from inside his coat, Woo Hyun-se didn’t stop his fingers.
“Shouldn’t you, ugh, answer the phone?”
“Later.”
He couldn’t even get out the word “confession.” The bell rang for a long time. It would stop and then ring again. Could it be something urgent? Si-yul glanced towards the coat, but his chin was grabbed and his head turned. A rough kiss followed, as if scolding him. His tongue was sucked until the root ached, and even after their lips parted, the tip of his tongue protruded outside his lips.
When the bell rang for the fourth time after a brief pause, Woo Hyun-se cursed lowly and released Si-yul. He gently placed him on the sofa and took out his phone from the coat. After checking the name, he answered with an irritated “What?” His brow had been furrowed since he put Si-yul down.
“Are you crazy?”
A mumbling sound could be heard from the other end of the line, but the content was indiscernible. Sensing that the sensual mood had dissipated, Si-yul started tidying up his disheveled clothes. He pulled down the shorts that had revealed his round buttocks to below his thighs and tugged down the hem of his shirt that had been precariously caught on his nipples. He quickly wiped off the wetness on his ears and the semen on his pants with a tissue.
By the time he finished tidying up, the call seemed to be nearing its end. Woo Hyun-se, who had been peppering his speech with curses throughout the conversation, as if talking to a close friend, ended the call with an “Alright.”
“I need to go out for a bit.”
“Is it work?”
“No. A guy I know is whining for me to buy him drinks. Says he’ll barge into my house if I don’t.”
Of all times, now? It would be a lie to say he wasn’t disappointed. But Si-yul didn’t feel right holding onto Woo Hyun-se’s clothes to stop him from leaving, so he put on a smile.
“Then take care. Don’t drink too much. You’ll call a designated driver, right?”
At the mention of a designated driver, Woo Hyun-se’s furrowed brow slightly relaxed. His lips, which had been tight with displeasure, also loosened into a slight smile.
“Want to come with me?”
Seeming reluctant to leave Si-yul alone at home, Woo Hyun-se offered. Si-yul shook his head. Whether it was because he had already climaxed once or because the fever that had momentarily subsided was rising again, his body felt sluggish. Drinking at times like this invariably led to sickness, so it was much better to stay at home if possible.
“No, I’ll rest at home.”
“I’ll try to wrap it up as quickly as possible.”
Woo Hyun-se kissed Si-yul’s cheek and picked up his coat again. Seeming utterly reluctant to go, he kept looking back at Si-yul even as he put on his shoes at the entrance. Seeing Si-yul waving, he sighed heavily as if he had no choice, and stole another kiss from Si-yul’s lips.
“Go to sleep.”
Implying he might be late. Si-yul hid his disappointment and forced a smile. He let go of the coat hem he had been secretly holding and saw Woo Hyun-se off.
After the door closed, Si-yul returned to the sofa and flopped down. The sofa seemed to be imbued with Woo Hyun-se’s scent. He pulled a cushion close, buried his face in it, and sniffed. He wanted to trace Woo Hyun-se’s presence even like this.
“…Huh?”
Si-yul paused and lifted his head. The scent that Woo Hyun-se couldn’t smell earlier, the one only he had detected, brushed past his nose once more. He pulled the cushion close again to smell it, but the fragrance had vanished like a mirage.
“What is this?”
If someone saw, they might think he was experiencing his first heat. If Kwon Yuwon knew, he might grab Si-yul by the ear and drag him to the hospital right away.
Si-yul gave up on finding the scent and turned over to lie down. He planned to wait in the living room until Woo Hyun-se returned. As he settled into a comfortable position and placed his wrist on his forehead, he noticed the skin felt warm to the touch.
Well, after all that activity, it’s no wonder he has a fever.
This is all Woo Hyun-se’s fault. Si-yul giggled senselessly.
